Kısa ve öz konuşarak kendini güzel tanıttın, ama ben kadınlarla konuşmaya utanırım. - Euripides

For strangely graven
Is the orb of life, that one and another
In gold and power may outpass his brother.
And men in their millions float and flow
And seethe with a million hopes as leaven;
And they win their Will, or they miss their Will,
And the hopes are dead or are pined for still;
But whoe'er can know,
As the long days go,
That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven!

Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.

NURSE: ...I'll never let go.
PHAEDRA: Then, poor woman, you'll have to share my doom.
NURSE: What doom could be worse than losing *you*?